Still Dreaming...

I guess with all these test my mind is really working overtime, even when asleep. I was out of school early yesterday, came home, helped Cathy finish putting up some Christmas lights and since yesterday was an early rise laid down for a quick nap in hopes it would help me study later in the evening without falling asleep over a book. It last less than an hour, but here is what happened:

I was somehow suspended on my back between the parallel bars in the PT lab at school. (We had been doing some activities that morning in the bars.) I was being poked and prodded about my body and I could not see who was doing it, but I could hear voices, giggles and laughter. Yes mom, I had clothes on. Someone put their fingers in my mouth creating a lot of slobber and for some reason I could not see who it was. I finely got up and my hair as all sticking up, like my wife says it looks all the time. I went to the bathroom down the hall from the PT lab to comb my hair, a bad choice since there is really no mirror in that bathroom. There was a guy at the sink brushing his teeth. It was a fellow from my childhood neighborhood who I have not see since 1973 or so. He looked the same as he did then and he recognized me. I asked him what he was doing here and he said:

"I live here."

So do I.